Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1887-06-01

sung In good voice py 81 James Chofcn
choir. Mass Gussie Mannheim next being in
troduced BY the President Of the Day, de-
lirered in excellent style the following
poem, written for Memorial Day by Miss
Ina D. Coalbrith, Of San Francisco.
PoEx.
The sestides ebb and Tow;
The seasons come and 20.
Summer and sun succeed the cloud and SHOW,
And April rain aEzkes the violet.
Earth puts swzy
Her somber robes, and cheeks With tear-drops
In sone sad yesterday,
Dfmple again with smiles, and half forget
Their grief, as the WARM rose
Forgsts the night eews when the noonfids
goEG
Change follows upon chsnge
swift As the hours: and far away and strange
As the dim memory Of nights troubled dream
In dswn's returning he n.
Seem the DARK, troubled years,
The sad, but glorious years,
Writ On the nations heart in blood and tears.
All God, and yt We know
It was no dream In those days. long ago.
IL was no dream, the beat
To arms, the steady TRAMP along the street
OF answering thousands, quick with word and
Unto their eounsry's need.
No dream the banners, hinging. fresh and fair,
Their colors on the air
Not stained and worn like these
Returning witnesses,
With sad, dumb lips, most eloquent Of those
Returning nevermore!
Of those, on many a hardfought battlefield,
From hand to hand that bore
Their starry folds, and knowing not to yield,
Fell, with . brave front steady TO their foes.
Year after year the Spring steals back again,
Bringing the bird and blossom in her train,
Beauty and melody;
But they return no more,
Borne on what tides Of pstn,
Over the unknown sea,
Unto the unknown shorei
Amid the pomp and show
OF giittering ranks: the cannons smoke and
Tossed in the rock and reel
OF the wild waves Of battle, to and fro;
Amid the roll of drums. the ring Of steel.
TIE clash of sabre and the fiery hell
OF bursting shot and shell;
The scream of wounded steeds, the thunder
tones
OF firm command, the prayers. the cheers, the
Wars mingled sounds Of triumph and despair,
Blending with trumpet blast and bugle blare.
Bot not alone amid the battle wraek
They died-our brave, true men.
BY Southern glade and glen,
In dark morass. within whose painless deeps
4nc kcEpcut toAs duu CrccVr,
They fell with the fierce bloodhound on their
track.
Amid the poisonous breath
OF crowded cells, and the rank, fostering death
OF the dread prison pen;
From dreary hospital.
And the dear, sheltering wall
OF home, that claimed them but to lose again,
They passed away, the army OF our slain.
O., leader.tried and true.
What words may speak Of thee?
Last sacrifice divine,
Upon our country's shrine.
O., man, that lowered ABOVE
Thy fellow-men wifh heart the tenderest.
And 'whitest soul the nation ever knew
Brayest and kingliestl
We lay our sorrow down
Before thee, as a crown;
We fold thee with our love
In s-ilence,-where are words to speak Of theef
For us the tudded laughter of the May
Is beautiful to-day
Upon the land, but nevermore for them
Our heroes gone, the rose upon It's stem
Unfolds, or the fair lilly shines to bless
Their living eyes with its pure loneliness.
No bird at the morn
Greets them with glRdness Of a day new born.
No kiss Of child or wife
Warns their cold lips again to love and life,
Breaking sweet slumbers with as sweet release.
They may not wake again!
But from the precious soil,
Born of their toll,
Nursed with what crimson rain.
We pluck to-day the flower Of peace!
He does not die who in . noble cause
Renders his life. Immortal as the laws
BY which God rules the universe is he.
Silence his name may hold,
His fame untold
In all the annals of earth's great may be,
But, bounded by no span
OF years which rounds the common lot OF man.
Lot he is one
Henceforward. with the work which he has done.
Whose NEED and measure is eternity.
They are not lost to us. they still are ours!
They do but rest. Cover their graves with
fow'rs,
Earth's fairest treasures. fashioned with that
skin,
Which makes the dsisy's disk o miracle
No less than man. On monument and urn.
Let their rich fragrance burn.
Like incense ON an altar. Softly spread
A royal mantle DER each unmarried bed.
And as q jeweled ram,
Drop their bright petals for the nameless dead, |
And lonely. scattered wide |
On plain and mountain side,
Beneath the wave. and by the river tide.
80 let them rest
Upon their country's breast!
They have not died in vAini 1
Through them she lives, with head no longer
bowed |
Among the nations. but erect and proud!
Washed clean OF wrong and shame;
Her freedom nevermore an empty name,
And sll her scattered stars as one again
Mr.. J. p. Fay being next in the
order OF exercises, in Q clear and audible
voice, delivered the Grafton. during which
the audience showed their earnest appre-
of his remarks by frequent ap-
THE GRAFTON.
Ladies and Gsntlemen-Members OF the
Grand Army:
Deep and tender is the music Of Q ma
praise. "Perchance its melody. the
OF souls. whose graves we wresthe
With garlands and whose memories We
honor with tributes of love. d
Theirs was the troubie life,
The conflict and the pain, II
The grief, the bitterness Of strife.
The honor without stain. ID